Wheeee!!! Joshua’s America’s favourite dancer! And Katee’s not too far behind! My favourite girl, favourite guy, favourite couple of the season, no doubt about that. Aye, I shall end my fanboy moment.

Pretty amazed to see people flaring over how bias the judges were, how rigged the votes were yadayadayada. All I can say is… this is a reality show! And if you think it’s real, you’re naive! ’cause it’s all pre-determined.

How nice it is to play God eh?

I went to Republic Polytechnic the other day, “by invitation” from a friend of mine, and I was blown away. I still remembered the last time I was there for Poly Forum, the school looked like crap. Dust everywhere, fake walls being put up, and the water feature beside this particular canteen was still under construction.

But stepping into RP (again) the other day, I was taken back by its design and facilities. It’s a school but not a school. I was so suaku that I looked like a freshie even though I’ve gotten my own diploma.

I could really imagine myself chilling out at some corner of the school perhaps every other day. Plus laptops are such a necessity nowadays so company doesn’t really need to come in the form of friends. Of course human interaction is better especially in RP ’cause the chicks there are like da bomb yo!

RP students are lucky ’cause RP is the latest poly to be built so of course the look and feel are of the 21st century. I still recall the flak that they receive being the baby of all polytechnics, the credibility of their certs and that Problem-based Learning (PBL) concept that they have.

I’m still not a fan of PBL though and perhaps being with my classmates for 3 whole years has made me not a fan of changing classes every semester too. And a fixed 9am-4.30pm timetable is like a trial for office-hours timing gone bad.

Daaaaaaamn I wanna be a student again.

It’s only gonna be a while more before I’m off this WWW community. I lost my interest in blogging for a while but maybe that’s because of what’s going on in my family.

Suddenly I find myself so anxious for Tekong. I mean there’s still National Day, 2 more weeks of yet-to-be-filled-activities, the start of my fasting month and Babe’s coming back from M’sia right? But I don’t deny that according to my watch, time flies.

I gotta get my (black-framed) specs and outstanding bills settled soon. In between that will be my jogs and exercise routines which are nothing compared to what I’m gonna get in that sunny island.

While doing my own research, I stumbled upon this interactive site which got my emotions all mixed up with the photos and videos that they posted. I particularly liked the POP part ’cause the emotions are so… raw!

I hope when it’s my turn to throw that cap into the air, my sis would have gotten back decent results for her PSLE. Maybe even posted to a decent secondary school. That would really mean a lot to me.

But till then I’m still busy occupying my spare time. I’ve just done sprucing my own room and still contemplating on how to repaint it. With pop art designs or just a fresh coat of paint?

Hmmm… what complements blue?

I just got back from watching the Brazil Olympic Team vs Singapore Selection and I got one thing to say about it - JUST BRING THE MALAYSIANS THE NEXT TIME ROUND! The stands weren’t really filled and Kallang Roar was sorely missed.

But the mood was cheery though

The Samba Boys weren’t really serious about this match. In fact, our own Sambal Boys fared decently well to cope with them. Pretty happy to see the decline in long balls being pumped to Indra Shahdan for him to run for it.

I didn’t buy any tickets though due to my lack of trust in the FAS who has a (bad) habit of dropping tickets’ prices at the very last minute ’cause of the lack of support. But I sure am grateful to be one of the ticketing boys at the stadium entrances!

There I was able to see the stark contrasts between the locals and foreigners. The rushed vs the patient; thank you with a smile vs a straight face right into the stadium; “Cheers mate!” vs “Cannot say excuse me is it?”

As bottled water wasn’t allowed, there was a mini water parade each time fans were stopped by organizers to finish up their drinks before they go in. Quite a funny sight for a lame reason. Percussion instruments weren’t really allowed actually but what’s Brazilians without their samba beats man!?

And good things really do come in a bundle, don’t they? The Latinas, the chick who put her ticket in between her assets, the cute little girl who kept chanting “Ole! Ole! Ole! Brasil! Brasil!”

Please let this be the last game for the National Stadium. Frankly speaking, I’m tired of the FAS saying the repetitive “this is the last game” every time they are in a press conference.

Last game, last game… bila mau game siak?

Mengarut adalah bila…

1) Mak kau tiba-tiba cakap nak bersatu balik sama bapak kau lepas dah beberapa tahun bercerai.

2) Benda kecik macam itu pun boleh jadi bahan gaduh.

3) Benda kecik gitu spoil aku nyer mood nak duduk rumah tapi aku belum boleh berdikari sebab aku masih menanggung tanggungjawab sebagai seorang anak, abang dan mungkin bapak.

4) Dah bertahun-tahun sebati dengan kehidupan ‘tak de bapak pat rumah’ tapi tiba-tiba mak cakap “Kesian ayah tu tinggal rumah sewa. Fitri tak kesian ke?”

5) Aku ada feeling mak aku influence bapak aku untuk dia cakap pasal benda rujuk-merujuk ni straight pat aku sebab the previous time she talked about it, perang dunia ketiga meletup.

6) Aku dah cakap aku tak kisah apa nak jadi, jadilah. Bab suami isteri aku tak nak masuk campur. Tapi berulang-ulang kali aku tetap ditanya pasal isu yang sama.

7) Benda ni semua berlaku bila aku lagi 2 bulan nak masuk NS. Now you know why I don’t give a fuck what my officers will give me in camp?

Memang susah payah, pahit masin keluarga lain dari Tekong punya. Tapi iktibar dan pelajaran di sebalik apa yang telah aku hadapi telah menukar jiwa dan batinku buat selama-lamanya.

INI SEMUA BARU NAMANYA MENGARUT!!!